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Early in the morning, I go out into the garden of the mansion, refusing the soldiers who asked to escort me.
The morning mist drifting over the neatly mowed garden contained the scent of Huley flowers.
I made my swinging staff with void magic and took a deep breath to calm my mind before setting it up.
Of course, [Step] provides a foothold, so there is no need to worry about trampling the lawn.
“Meow, meow, meow, meow…” (Nyango)
I started doing the basics of staff arts, such as swings and footwork, but… my body felt heavy.
It’s not that I’m not feeling well, I’ve eaten too much delicious food since coming to the capital.
A catkin’s body is highly flexible and seems to be able to expand and contract at will, but I still can’t deny that my stomach is protruding.
If I continue to live on a diet of beyond-satiating food, I will probably be ball-shaped by the time I return to Ibouro.
After repeating bare-handed to check the basic movements, I imagined a virtual Shure in my mind and simulated hand-to-hand combat. …I could only see a future where I would be beaten one way or the other.
I’ve heard that professional athletes take three days to get back to normal after a day off, but it would take more than a week to get back to normal after such a sluggish day.
After repeating shadow hand-to-hand combat until I was drenched in sweat, I returned to my room, washed off my sweat, and headed for the dining room, where I met Mr. Novak, who had come out of his room.
“Good morning.” (Nyango)
“Good morning, what’s the matter, Nyango? You don’t look well.” (Novak)
“Huh… well…” (Nyango)
When I told him that I had eaten too much good food, gained weight, and slowed down, he laughed at me.
“Ha ha ha, I’m sorry to address Sir Honorary Knight, but… ha ha ha.” (Novak)
“It’s no longer a laughing matter. If things go like this, I’ll be unable to continue as an adventurer.” (Nyango)
“I see, I see, then why don’t we go to that little-known place to see the Huley blossoms?” (Novak)
“Nya, Huley blossom viewing…” (Nyango)
“Yes, there is a good restaurant in the second district. I’ll buy some side dishes there and have a drink under the Huley in full bloom. …Well, it can’t be helped, I’ll go alone.” (Novak)
“I’ll go, I’ll go! Take me!” (Nyango)
“Can’t help it then. Shall we go?” (Novak)
I had forgotten about it because my days had been so turbulent since I arrived in the Royal Capital, but I had promised Mr. Novak to take me to a Huley blossom viewing spot.
Just to be sure, I asked the Viscount if it was okay for me to go out, and he said yes, since the investigation into the attack on the “Nest Leaving Ceremony” had not yet made any significant progress.
Even though we were going to watch the Huley blossoms, we were not going to take a place or have a barbecue as we do in Japan, so all we had to bring with us was a rug.
After a leisurely post-breakfast break, Mr. Novak left the mansion and began strolling toward the north gate to the second district.
“Cheery weather huh…” (Nyango)
“Yes, it’s spring…” (Novak)
Now that the “Nest Leaving Ceremony” has just finished, there are days when it feels chilly in Atsuka Village, but the temperature in the Royal Capital is as comfortable as spring is in full bloom.
After Mr. Novak presented his ID and received permission to pass through the north gate, I presented my guild card with the royal emblem on it, and the soldier changed his stance and saluted me.
“Oh, as expected of an honorary knight…” (Novak)
“Please don’t tease me.” (Nyango)
“No, no, to be shown such respect by the gate soldiers means that Nyango’s achievements have been recognized to that extent. There is no need to be modest or ashamed.” (Novak)
“Is that so?” (Nyango)
The smiling soldiers saw us off and we headed down the gentle slope to the main street of the second district.
“There are many items that we can only look at, but just looking at them will make your eyes more discerning.” (Novak)
“Wow, I think the prices have the wrong digits…” (Nyango)
Clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry, perfumes, etc. …are mostly luxury goods stores, and the products displayed in the show windows are priced in such a way that even after receiving a generous bounty, one would think twice about touching them.
Yesterday, when I was walking around the third district with Horacio and his friends, I was checking the prices of various items, and I felt that the prices in the second district were generally high.
If I were to use an analogy, the price difference between a department store in the city center and a local supermarket is about the same.
Well, we will only buy packed lunches, and I have no complaints as long as they are tasty even if they are a little expensive.
“Oh, Nyango, this way…” (Novak)
Mr. Novak turns off the main street on the way to an alley.
It looked like a residential street, and he found his destination in a place where he wondered if there could be a store here.
In front of the store, there was a trolley that looked like a school lunch cart.
“Rather than selling at the store, it seems that the main focus here is to deliver items on these carts.” (Novak)
I was told that the back doors of upscale restaurants line the residential road leading in the direction Mr. Novak pointed.
The shopkeepers, who cannot go out to eat during business hours, are said to order in the morning and have it delivered at noon.
“Meow, there’s cake…” (Nyango)
“Nyango, didn’t you say something about your weight?” (Novak)
“Mew… I’ll do my best starting tomorrow…” (Nyango)
“Hahahaha… I don’t think it will be possible until we leave the Royak Capital.” (Novak)
I bought marinated white fish, cream-stewed chicken, salad with nut dressing, pot-au-feu with root vegetables, and a fruit tart to go with it, and left the store.
“Mr. Novak, I’ll carry it.” (Nyango)
“It’s terrible to have you carry everything…” (Novak)
“No, no, I’ll put it in my void magic cart, so it’s okay.” (Nyango)
“Wow, you can do something like that? That’s amazing…” (Novak)
There’s another reason why I made a cart to carry the food we bought.
“Why are you splitting them into this and that—I can’t believe it.” (Novak)
“Yes, this one is for hot food, and this one is for cold food.” (Nyango)
The two cases made on the cart are equipped with a heating magic circle and a cooling magic circle, respectively.
Hot foods taste better when eaten hot, and cold foods taste better when eaten cold.
A case of this size is trivial compared to a case in which whole orcs are refrigerated and transported.
Mr. Novak went out to the main street again, bought a fresh baked good at a bakery, and started wandering around again.
Compared to yesterday, when I had been walking around the third district at a leisurely pace, this was not so bad.
“Meow, they’re selling ice cream…” (Nyango)
“Nyango, your weight…” (Novak)
“Starting tomorrow I’ll be serious! Excuse me, I’ll have this walnut and this milk tea over here, please.” (Nyango)
The ice cream I bought was put in a separate case with a higher degree of cooling.
“I see, Nyango’s greed is enhanced by his magic.” (Novak)
“That’s right… that’s what I’m talking about, meow…” (Nyango)
No matter what they say, we should use all the talents we have to make good food taste good.
A cart with three cases on it should appear to the human eye as three solid masses of food moving through the air.
Naturally, people walking around town were looking at us curiously.
“Um, Mr. Novak, if you go that way, we’ll end up back in the first district.” (Nyango)
“Ah, that’s right, this is the best secret spot.” (Novak)
The first district is mostly a noble residence and does not seem to be a good place for flower viewing, but Mr. Novak looks confident as he walks on without showing any signs of hesitation.
At the gate back to the first district, the case of the empty attribute seemed suspicious, but when I presented my guild card with the royal crest, he was very much afraid of me and also sent me off with a salute.
Returning to the first district from the west gate, Mr. Novak turned right at the fourth corner after proceeding for a while toward the Royal Castle, and after passing two large mansions, he turned right into a narrow alley.
The alley between the walls of the large mansions is only wide enough for two adults to walk side by side.
“I didn’t know such an alley existed.” (Nyango)
“Yes, it seems to be a maintenance road for the walls of the castle.” (Novak)
As Mr. Novak said, the wall dividing the first and second districts is visible at the end of the alley, but all that is visible is the wall and the sky, with no flowers anywhere in sight.
The end of the alley seems to be a dead end, and I wonder where in the world I can find a good spot.
“Okay, it’s going to get even narrower from here on out, so I’ll carry some of those too.” (Novak)
“Eh, what’s next… meow?” (Nyango)
At the end of the alley, which looked like a dead end, there was a narrow alley that was barely narrow enough for one person to turn left.
At the end of the alley, there were stairs, and as I climbed up I saw a row of Huleys in full bloom planted in the garden of the mansion on my left.
As I climbed the stairs to the top of the ramparts, I saw another row of Huleys below the ramparts on my right, a quaint stone building beyond, and the Milligraham Cathedral just beyond.
“Amazing……” (Nyango)
“Oops, Nyango, don’t make too much noise. The top of the ramparts is normally off-limits, but this is the only time of year they give us a break. And don’t get too excited and fall into the moat.” (Novak)
The castle wall is about five meters wide, but there is no handrail, and about ten meters below is the moat.
Well, in my case, I can use [Step], so I don’t have to worry about falling in if I misstep.
“Okay, let’s do it around here…” (Novak)
Mr. Novak spread a rug on the wall and sat down.
We were surrounded by Huleys behind and below us, and it was springtime.
“It’s nice here…” (Nyango)
“Right?” (Novak)
Mr. Novak pulled out a bottle and two small, cup-sized glasses from his pocket.
“Well. Let’s have a drink.” (Novak)
“Oh, alcohol…” (Nyango)
“Just for a little while, come join me.” (Novak)
“Sure…” (Nyango)
At Marquis Escalante’s mansion, I became known as the “Magic Gunner” because I got too excited because of the aperitif.
I thought it would be better not to drink here since it would be bad if I made a lot of noise, but at Mr. Novak’s urging, I decided to drink a little. [T/N: I don’t think this will end well.]
“First, congratulations Nyango, to your inauguration as an honorary knight…” (Novak)
“Yes… Thank you.” (Nyango)
When I pass through the gate, I almost forget that I have become an honorary knight unless I am reminded again like this.
Just like Mr. Novak who drank the contents of the glass quickly, I also drank it all in one gulp.
“Meyeaah, sweet…” (Nyango)
“It’s mead… but it’s strong, so Nyango should be done with that.” (Novak)
“Mew… I should have savored it more…” (Nyango)
“Hahahaha… Drink as much as you want after you return to Ibouro.” (Novak)
“I will…” (Nyango)
The mead heats up my stomach, and soon my whole body feels warm.
Even though we haven’t cooked or eaten yet, I’m starting to feel sleepy.
The spring sun is shining on the ramparts and there is no wind, making it a perfect day for a nap.
I guess it’s true that even in other worlds, people don’t wake up at dawn from a spring sleep.
T/N: Oh… Good job Mr. Novak. Nyango is too weak, gluttonous, and greedy with any and all pleasurable things.
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